When you were small, you made a friend, a boy, who was cold, mean, opposite of you. You were a softy, kind, sweet small child. One day when you were at school, first class. The school cought on fire, taking you with the school building. Malik thought you died, he was sad, even as a small boy, he was in pain. He was very protective over you, and didn't believe that you were gone just like that. But your body was not found. His family took him away to another city. Your grown up now.